Angola

We live in a society which encourages that we are born, consume, work, consume or die.

Such a society in itself is not a society at all for the only social aspects are between the corporate elite, their bodyguards of greed, and the lowly masses scraping out a living which is not a living but is merely being a commodity that exists only to consume and work, and if it does neither of these things it will be subject to persecution, removal and starvation.

What passes itself for a society is instead a prison that dazzles us into conformity and comfort but threatens violence if we wish to see beyond that dazzle and at the cosmos.

The means of revolution to be successful means overthrowing the system, and tossing away the shoes of the old boss so no new bosses shall fit into them snugly, and thereby bosses are abolished.

Subversion begins small, and what comes first is that we must remember to breathe, see, hear and smell anew like a newborn child absorbing it's senses for the first time. Listen to the birdsong, and rejoice in your non-conforming act for the day while not resting upon laurels.

Have occassion to smile at strangers and remember you are all refugees seeking shelter from the storm clinging to whatever maintains sanity. You struggle together as you do alone, remember this and be braver for it if you dare.

We are told that material wealth and possessions brings happiness and security, and people buy washing machines, fridges, microwaves, vacumn cleaners, cars and houses on this basis to fill a void in their souls sucked dry by the corporate vampires who teach that only that which is made of material is to be treasured, and not subversively natural things like Love and Freedom.

When each and every person is seen as a commodity, the concept of nationalisation of industries becomes obsolete because we have become the commercial sectors and the means of ownership and control need to be waged within ourselves to take our hearts, souls, brains and bodies back under personal autonomous ownership.

Laughter is cannon-fire against the consumerist armour, it is important to let them hear you roar, and your sincere smile shall be the unsheathing of your weapon against them, that being humanity and defiance.

Dare to be kind to others when cruelty is the soup of the day on the menu of Corporate force-feeding, and your compassion shall grow, and with it the love of life and the desire for complete emancipation.

Boredom is counter-revolutionary because if you are bored it means your imagination has surrendered, and if your imagination surrenders, all is lost for the revolution, for your imagination is the true vanguard for any revolution. All Power to the Imagination.

Each heart is a revolutionary cell, your body is your heart's balaclava, and you are a Guerrilla behind enemy lines - the Corporate elite fears you accordingly, for as sleeper cells, you can activate at any time in a heartbeat.

The bars of the prison can be smashed for it is the masses who consent to their prison walls by conformity, should they realise their prison walls, those walls will come tumbling down.

And the pioneers who have struck out for home yesterday and today before the mass populace shall be remembered, even if they should go nameless, for deeds and actions speak louder than words and shall be the order of conversation for a better tommorow and with it, it's example and inspiration.

Home sweet home, is a land made for you and me.

Home is where the heart is, for we grow a new world in it.

Each heart being a revolutionary cell.

"To the people of the world:
Brothers and Sisters:

During the last years, the power of money has presented a new mask over its criminal face. Above borders, no matter race or color, the Power of money humiliates dignities, insults honesties and assassinates hopes. Re-named as "Neoliberalism", the historic crime in the concentration of privileges, wealth and impunities, democratizes misery and hopelessness.

A new world war is waged, but now against the entire humanity. As in all world wars, what is being sought is a new distribution of the world.

By the name of "globalization" they call this modern war which assassinates and forgets. The new distribution of the world consists in concentrating power in power and misery in misery.

The new distribution of the world excludes "minorities". The indigenous, youth, women, homosexuals, lesbians, people of color, immigrants, workers, peasants; the majority who make up the world basements are presented, for power, as disposable. The new distribution of the world excludes the majorities.

The modern army of financial capital and corrupt governments advance conquering in the only way it is capable of: destroying. The new distribution of the world destroys humanity.

The new distribution of the world only has one place for money and its servants. Men, women and machines become equal in servitude and in being disposable. The lie governs and it multiplies itself in means and methods.

A new lie is sold to us as history. The lie about the defeat of hope, the lie about the defeat of dignity, the lie about the defeat of humanity. The mirror of power offers us an equilibrium in the balance scale: the lie about the victory of cynicism, the lie about the victory of servitude, the lie about the victory of neoliberalism.

Instead of humanity, it offers us stock market value indexes, instead of dignity it offers us globalization of misery, instead of hope it offers us an emptiness, instead of life it offers us the international of terror.

Against the international of terror representing neoliberalism, we must raise the international of hope.

Hope, above borders, languages, colors, cultures, sexes, strategies, and thoughts, of all those who prefer humanity alive.

The international of hope. Not the bureaucracy of hope, not the opposite image and, thus, the same as that which annihilates us. Not the power with a new sign or new clothing. A breath like this, the breath of dignity. A flower yes, the flower of hope. A song yes, the song of life.

Dignity is that nation without nationality, that rainbow that is also a bridge, that murmur of the heart no matter what blood lives it, that rebel irreverence that mocks borders, customs and wars.

Hope is that rejection of conformity and defeat.

Life is what they owe us: the right to govern and to govern ourselves, to think and act with a freedom that is not exercised over the slavery of others, the right to give and receive what is just.

For all this, along with those who, above borders, races and colors, share the song of life, the struggle against death, the flower of hope and the breath of dignity . . ."

- Extracts from the First Declaration of La Realidad for Humanity and against Neoliberalism,
By the Clandestine Indigenous Revolutionary Committee
General Command of the Zapatista Army of National Liberation.
Subcomandante Insurgente Marcos.
Mexico, January of 1996

John Pilger's mini orbiturary of Thatcher The Milk Snatcher....

Dance on Thatcher's grave, but remember there has been a coup in Britain

http://johnpilger.com/articles/dance-on-thatcher-s-grave-but-remember-
there-has-been-a-coup-in-britain

25 April 2013

In the wake of Thatcher's departure, I remember her victims. Patrick Warby's daughter, Marie, was one of them. Marie, aged five, suffered from a bowel deformity and needed a special diet. Without it, the pain was excruciating. Her father was a Durham miner and had used all his savings. It was winter 1985, the Great Strike was almost a year old and the family was destitute. Although her eligibility was not disputed, Marie was denied help by the Department of Social Security. Later, I obtained records of the case that showed Marie had been turned down because her father was "affected by a Trade dispute".

The corruption and inhumanity under Thatcher knew no borders. When she came to power in 1979, Thatcher demanded a total ban on exports of milk to Vietnam. The American invasion had left a third of Vietnamese children malnourished. I witnessed many distressing sights, including infants going blind from a lack of vitamins. "I cannot tolerate this," said an anguished doctor in a Saigon paediatric hospital, as we looked at a dying boy. Oxfam and Save the Children had made clear to the British government the gravity of the emergency. An embargo led by the US had forced up the local price of a kilo of milk up to ten times that of a kilo of meat. Many children could have been restored with milk. Thatcher's ban held.

In neighbouring Cambodia, Thatcher left a trail of blood, secretly. In 1980, she demanded that the defunct Pol Pot regime - the killers of 1.7 million people - retain its "right" to represent their victims at the UN. Her policy was vengeance on Cambodia's liberator, Vietnam. The British representative was instructed to vote with Pol Pot at the World Health Organisation, thereby preventing it from providing help to where it was needed more than anywhere on earth.

To conceal this outrage, the US, Britain and China, Pol Pot's main backer, invented a "resistance coalition" dominated by Pol Pot's Khmer Rouge forces and supplied by the CIA at bases along the Thai border. There was a hitch. In the wake of the Irangate arms-for-hostages debacle, the US Congress had banned clandestine foreign adventures. "In one of those deals the two of them liked to make," a senior Whitehall official told the Sunday Telegraph, "President Reagan put it to Thatcher that the SAS should take over the Cambodia show. She readily agreed."

In 1983, Thatcher sent the SAS to train the "coalition" in its own distinctive brand of terrorism. Seven-man SAS teams arrived from Hong Kong, and British soldiers set about training "resistance fighters" in laying minefields in a country devastated by genocide and the world's highest rate of death and injury as a result of landmines.

I reported this at the time, and more than 16,000 people wrote to Thatcher in protest. "I confirm," she replied to opposition leader Neil Kinnock, "that there is no British government involvement of any kind in training, equipping or co-operating with the Khmer Rouge or those allied to them." The lie was breathtaking. In 1991, the government of John Major admitted to parliament that the SAS had indeed trained the "coalition". "We liked the British," a Khmer Rouge fighter later told me. "They were very good at teaching us to set booby traps. Unsuspecting people, like children in paddy fields, were the main victims."

When the journalists and producers of ITV's landmark documentary, Death on the Rock, exposed how the SAS had run Thatcher's other death squads in Ireland and Gibraltar, they were hounded by Rupert Murdoch's "journalists", then cowering behind the razor wire at Wapping. Although exonerated, Thames TV lost its ITV franchise.

In 1982, the Argentine cruiser, General Belgrano, was steaming outside the Falklands exclusion zone. The ship offered no threat, yet Thatcher gave orders for it to be sunk. Her victims were 323 sailors, including conscripted teenagers. The crime had a certain logic. Among Thatcher's closest allies were mass murderers - Pinochet in Chile, Suharto in Indonesia, responsible for "many more than one million deaths" (Amnesty International). Although the British state had long armed the world's leading tyrannies, it was Thatcher who brought a crusading zeal to the deals, talking up the finer points of fighter aircraft engines, hard-bargaining with bribe-demanding Saudi princes. I filmed her at an arms fair, stroking a gleaming missile. "I'll have one of those!" she said.

In his arms-to-Iraq enquiry, Lord Richard Scott heard evidence that an entire tier of the Thatcher government, from senior civil servants to ministers, had lied and broken the law in selling weapons to Saddam Hussein. These were her "boys". Thumb through old copies of the Baghdad Observer, and there are pictures of her boys, mostly cabinet ministers, on the front page sitting with Saddam on his famous white couch. There is Douglas Hurd and there is a grinning David Mellor, also of the Foreign Office, around the time his host was ordering the gassing of 5,000 Kurds. Following this atrocity, the Thatcher government doubled trade credits to Saddam.

Perhaps it is too easy to dance on her grave. Her funeral was a propaganda stunt, fit for a dictator: an absurd show of militarism, as if a coup had taken place. And it has. "Her real triumph", said another of her boys, Geoffrey Howe, a Thatcher minister, "was to have transformed not just one party but two, so that when Labour did eventually return, the great bulk of Thatcherism was accepted as irreversible."

In 1997, Thatcher was the first former prime minister to visit Tony Blair after he entered Downing Street. There is a photo of them, joined in rictus: the budding war criminal with his mentor. When Ed Milliband, in his unctuous "tribute", caricatured Thatcher as a "brave" feminist hero whose achievements he personally "honoured", you knew the old killer had not died at all.

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You smell that? That's the stench of Thatcher rotting in hell.

Greg Palast on the US State Department and CIA up to their usual tricks in Venezuela:

http://www.gregpalast.com/did-chavez-pick-steal-the-election-in-venezuela/#more-8074

And Arthur Silber on America The Ugly:

http://powerofnarrative.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/america-ugly.html

http://powerofnarrative.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/like-fifth-rate-marx-brothers-without.html

John Pilger again on Modern Propaganda:

http://johnpilger.com/articles/the-new-propaganda-is-liberal-the-new-slavery-is-digital

"We spend our lives on the run: we get up by the clock, eat and sleep by the clock, get up again, go to work - and then we retire. And what do they give us? A clock." - Dave Allen

"Soon, if we are not prudent, millions of people will be watching each other starve to death through expensive television sets." - Aneurin Bevan

"If you aren't careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed and loving the people doing the oppressing." - Malcolm X